Mom: Oh no no no. You see this? You barely fill the pouch, dear. Just asI had feared. Too small yet again.She stood up and crossed her arms.Me: I thin...k they fit fine. If anything, they are too small. I can feelthem going up my butt.Mom: Oh don't be silly! What we are going to....oh look there's Kendall!Hey Kendall!A sales lady approached us amongst the racks of clothing. She was abeautiful, Hispanic-looking woman of about the same height as my mom. Herblack hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She spreads her thighs apart as he says, “I want to fuck you from behind. And while I do it, I’m going to choke you with my belt.”Without another word, he gets behind her. He pulls on the belt and thrusts his straining prick deep inside her soaking wet snatch. He feels challenged by her, challenged to see if he is man enough to do this. Carrie’s long, dark hair is splayed out across her back and she jerks wildly below him almost as if she is going to climax.She is and undoubtedly it is because. This was fascinating. Bianca was moving in without asking. The pleasure it gave me was surprising. She opened the closet and grabbed hangers, carefully hanging up her new clothes. Another trip and she returned with a load of shoes which were carefully arranged in the closet."Bene," she announced with satisfaction. "I'm going to take a shower."The kiss I gave her when we cuddled in bed lasted just a bit longer.For almost a week life became seductively peaceful, almost idyllic. Bianca charmed me.. These last three shots were not self-taken and I couldn't recognise the restaurant in question either. Vivian was smiling at the camera provocatively. I knew that expression I'd seen it on her face many times over the years.There were three more pictures, but they were indistinct and at first I was a little confused as to what they were supposed to be of. But then I realised that whoever had taken those pictures of Vivian smiling at him — I was assuming it was a him, I somehow doubted that.